Perhaps it’s the impending Jubilee or the oncoming Olympics or the talk of street parties – my neighbour is knitting the bunting as we speak – but everywhere you look there seems to be a celebration of all things Best of British.

This nostalgia-fest has even extended to Britain’s Got Talent where a performing dog – albeit one who doesn’t growl ‘sausages’ at Esther Rantzen – is the hot tip to win this weekend’s final.

Reassuringly wholesome and comfortingly 1979.

BY THE way, don’t you think the best thing about BGT is David Walliams. His waspish comments, neither too cruel nor too sycophantic – are bang on especially when he pokes fun at Simon.

Well done David for rescuing the programme. And well done Simon for hiring him.